I love rummaging through my fiance The Mincing Mockingbird's stuff, because I never know what he's found in a dumpster or down an alley. For this piece it was the chicken wire just laying on a dresser. So he goes out and about, and I go into his studio. It actually works both ways, and I often find things I've scavenged hot-glued onto his birdhouses.
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